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angrier. Don't you ever feel any pity? Or regret?"



He put out his hands; he smiled. He figured there had to be a joke in here somewhere.
"We are what we've always been. Isn't that enough?" It was the only explanation he
could think of.



"Poor Roger," she said.



To himself, he thought, Somebody has to lose.



Did she know what he was thinking? Suddenly, she had this look on her face, still and
deliberate and calm. It was the face he recognized from the taxi drivers who came to
pick him up from bars. Whatever she saw in his eyes only made her sigh.



"Time for us to go," Mrs. Sunquist said.



"We haven't seen the end yet. Remember? I sweep out of the crowd and pick you up,
and Bobby Shelbourne? "



"You know what happens. You take me home with you. We spend the next twenty-five
years coming back to see it all again. I have something I want to remember."



Here was a phrase Mr. Sunquist would think back on: I have something I want to
remember.



In all the years he had come back to La Jet├йe, Mr. Sunquist had never felt the need to
remember anything. Memories were for people who didn't come to La Jet├йe. Memories
were for the ones Mr. Sunquist imagined in his audience.